This poem came to me out of a nightmare that I had a couple of nights ago.
No one behind the mask
Open him up and there’s no one there.
No one to love
No one to care.
Something is missing
No one to come home to when alone
Where did he go?
When did he leave?
Born a hallelujah
But the mask lost him early on
Early on, early on the mask he did don
And he disappeared.
He cannot help you
Because he can’t even help himself
Do not go looking for he isn’t there
He isn’t there, he just isn’t there.
No one to laugh, no one to cry
But with every word you can hear him scream
Hear his pain
Hear him lie about what he could have been.
But he is asleep to this world
And asleep to himself.
He doesn’t even see us, you and I
For the eyes of his mask are empty.
Empty because there’s no one behind
No one behind
Behind the mask he wears
But just another broken hallelujah.